I live on the seventh floor. There lives a love-minded man on the sixth floor. He orders takeout, buys bags, and speaks earthy love words to his girlfriend every day. I heard everything clearly from upstairs and thought: There is something wrong with this woman's face.
That night I went downstairs to buy water and saw his girlfriend kissing a man in a convenience store. When I checked out, it was the man's card that I swiped.
I hesitated for three days whether to tell him.
Later he discovered - four mobile phones, six WeChat messages, and six husbands under her pillow.
